Incoherent nonsense. Anuses after dinner and a few brandies bleary eyed thesis goes like this- we won the war. We like drinking and cricket and football. We won the war and we're more decent than jonny foreigner cos we like cricket apart from the plebs who like football and being drunk cos we lost the empire. We love the Queen and when the economy is bad we'll not be so bloody tolerant. We won the poetry war.